The Distance Between Us...

Hi there.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

We've had some fun times, you and I, haven't we? This merry tete a tete that we're engaged in.

I post something amusing or charming or poignant (or struggling to be poignant) and you read it and we are communicating. Sometimes you post comments. Sometimes you share them when you meet in real life. It is a good deal.

But things have changed recently, haven't they?

You can palpably sense the change, can't you?

Something's different.

I am away.

An absent landlord.

A silenced voice.

Or at least, a diminished voice.

Days are passing between posts. And the charm of your finding something newly posted midday has gone away entirely.

Here's the thing.

My casual internet usage at work has ended.

My internet use is now being monitored by some unknown tech nerd up in Toronto. The log where I go and how long I'm there and what pages I click on. If I look up "boobies" on the wikipedia, they know. If I visit the Bee Board (which you can locate, using the link to the left, in my sidebar), they know.

And if I come to my blog and spend time here, hammering out an entry, they know.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooo... Things have changed.
Or are changing.

Two days ago, I purchased a new power supply for my home PC. (you know the nice Hewlett Packard paperweight that I've enjoyed since June. It's now October.) I should have it by this weekend or early next week.

Once I get it installed, I can get back to the internet things that I loved. Researching new music that I discover, looking at nude pictures of celebrities that I find attractive, reading gossip about new movies, answering email and blogging.

Blog entries will have to now be prepped and dropped during the night. (It's almost 2am, as I type this, on a random Thursday night.) So, you'll find something charming or poignant waiting for you, when you come to work. And responses to your comments will have to come, the next day.

Sorry for the delay and for the distance between us. Believe me, if I could change it, I would. Be patient with me. And please know that I appreciate the time that you come here. I'll get this all under control and we will continue our shared journey forward, reunited.

Cheers,
Mr.B